~~~ Series Notes ~~~
This story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. Chapter 1 was written about a year ago but the last five chapters will be submitted to Literotica as a bundle and should appear at a rate of one per day.
~~~ The Proving Grounds ~~~
For the first half of the day, Parker's squad returned to the training center to work on their tactics some more. She split the group into two halves and had them fight one another. Every hour or so, she shifted the team members - to be sure that all of them could work together cohesively.
When they got ready to leave for lunch, the Major informed them that they wouldn't be returning in the afternoon. Carpenter quickly headed for the stack of pallets and dragged them halfway over the hidden trapdoor. Johnson grinned at her as she hustled over to rejoin the group. They headed back to the apartment.
After lunch, they occupied themselves and then the Major gave them each an extra feeding and sent them to bed to rest for a bit. The target location was a three hour drive away. Bella had arranged for a transport, and it would be showing up to pick them up at 1400.
At 1300, the Major woke the girls, told them to gear up and take care of whatever necessities they needed before their ride arrived. Several of the girls tried to convince him that they 'needed' a freshly-brewed protein shake - but he just shook his head and told them to prep their kits.
The passenger van arrived, and the girls climbed in. Parker took 'shotgun' while the Major slid across the front seat to sit behind the driver. He glanced in the mirror - into the fellow's eyes (willing himself to be visible to him) but - as soon as the guy saw him looking at him - he grimaced and looked away.
He texted a message to the captain as soon as they were on their way.
"Have zip-ties ready when we arrive."
When she glanced over at him, pretending to fix something on her backpack, he rolled his eyes towards the driver. She gave him a hand-signal to let him know that she understood and would be ready when the time came for action.
For the next two hours, the members of the "volleyball" team checked their weapons and went back over their supplies to make sure they had everything they needed. The driver would take them to a quiet part of the border town and would drop them off. He would return later to pick them up and bring them home.
Finally, the van pulled off of the main thoroughfare and headed into a warehouse district, coming to a stop in a dark space between two tall buildings. The Major reached over the back of the driver's seat and pinched a nerve in the man's neck. He tried to squirm free, but more than half of his body wasn't responding. He soon found himself lying face down on the seat where the Major had been sitting - his arms zip-tied behind his back and his feet zip-tied together and hooked to his belt.
"Change of plans," the Major announced, as he slid into the driver's seat.
He pulled the seatbelt on and drove back to the main road. He turned left and headed for the checkpoint into Belarus. Captain Parker's eyes widened but he just grinned at her.
"Captain, hand your driver's license to Nordahl," he ordered. "Nordahl, I need a translator."
Parker fished out the ID and handed it over.
The Major pulled up and stopped beside the guard standing in front of the gate that blocked entry to the Russia-aligned country. He looked the man in the eyes.
Without turning to face Nordahl, he said, "Hold up the Captain's ID and tell this nice man that I'm bringing stolen kidneys into the country to sell on the black market. Ask him if he accepts bribes in Euros."
Nordahl rattled off a couple sentences in Russian. The man grinned and nodded, enthusiastically.
"Anybody have any idea how many Euros would make this guy happy?" the Major asked.
"Fuck, Major," Washington laughed, "he already looks like he wants to suck your dick."
Captain Parker handed the Major a 50-Euro note. He handed it to the man - who didn't even look at it. He waved to the guy who controlled the gate, and it rose into the air.
"Thanks," the Major told the grinning man. "You have a swell day."
Nordahl handed the Captain's ID back to her and returned to her seat.
As she passed over the wide-eyed driver, she grinned and said, "Welcome to Belarus, comrade."
The rest of the girls laughed.
The captain navigated and the Major drove the van - with Polish plates - to within a half-mile of the meeting location. He found a quiet, out-of-the-way spot and parked it. He climbed out, walked around, pulled the driver from the seat, and carried him to the back doors, opening them up, and depositing the anxious-looking man onto the floor.
"Stay nice and quiet and we'll be back to get you soon," he told him.
He pulled off his jacket, tossed it over the man, and closed the doors.
The members of C-Squad were already out of the van and gearing up. The Major cleared his throat and they turned to face him, quickly quieting.
"I want as many of these people zip-tied as possible," he told them.
They nodded.
"If you detect a broodling or a vampire, go ahead and call it out - even if you're not sure. I'd rather everyone be extra cautious than for me to have to find out how much I can get out of your battered bodies in a 'scratch and dent' sale. You got me?"
The girls all nodded, and smiled.
"Assume at least one person in this room knows we're coming. If you see a runner and have the ability to drop them, do it. I want a nice, quiet, tight operation. I love every one of you."
"We love you, too, sir," the Captain replied on the girls' behalf.
"Good," he said, smiling. "Now get your tight sexy little asses ready to move."
"What about Washington's ass?" Schmidt asked.
"Fuck you Schmidt," Washington growled.
"Maybe later, love-bunny," Schmidt replied.
The Major ignored the back and forth - and took off at a trot. The rest of the girls were already following. Schmidt and Washington hurried to catch up.